Parwaaz hai junoon(Phir se Ud Chala)
“Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.”
I flew up again,
I have flown and left the world below,
now people are miles away and all the valleys are away…
I never stopped at any scenery,
I never met even myself,
I have this complaint but I am not angry,
all cities are same, villages same,
people are same and same names…
I flew up again,
You wanna know what living life to the fullest actually was? It was waking up on a Saturday and Sunday morning with no complaints. It was knowing you always deserve to laugh. It was doing what feels right no matter what. It was doing what you want to, no matter how stupid you look. It was about being yourself , ’cause no one tells you you’re doing wrong’.
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There is a universal truth we all have to face whether we want to or not, everything eventually ends. As much as I have looked back to that day, I’ve always disliked endings. Last day of fellowship, the final chapter of a great book, parting ways with friends. But endings are inevitable, leaves fall, you close the book. You say goodbye, That day was one of those days for us. That day we said goodbye to everything that was familiar, everything that was comfortable. We have to move on. But just because we were leaving, and that hurts, there were some people who were so much a part of us, they’ll be with us no matter what. And the small clear voices in our hearts that will be with us…always.”
And the last session😭
So the last session has a separate portion in my mind and heart, the reason is known to apes. The goodbye session and I wandered on the roads in the hot summer…OMG how can I forget that day.
I want to say thanks to the rare few individuals in my life who have listened without judgment, spoken without prejudice, helped me without entitlement, understood without pretension and loved me without conditions. And they are my fellows , my apes, Sir Zeeshan Ghazi and Ma’am Huda Khan and miss you all.
